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The Tragedy of
Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie;
Poor sacrifices of our enmity! 304
Prince. A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things:
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
For never was a story of more woe 309
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. Exeunt omnes.
305 glooming: dark
FINIS.